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Chapter 1

           IwaswalkingabouttheNefskyonefineday,prince,inmyfather’soldcoat,whenshesuddenlycameoutofashopandsteppedintohercarriage.IswearIwasallofablazeatonce.ThenImetZaleshofflookinglikeahair-dresser’sassistant,gotupasfineasIdon’tknowwho,whileIlookedlikeatinker.‘Don’tflatteryourself,myboy,’saidhe;‘she’snotforsuchasyou;she’saprincess,sheis,andhernameisNastasiaPhilipovnaBarashkoff,andsheliveswithTotski,whowishestogetridofherbecausehe’sgrowingratheroldfifty-fiveorsoandwantstomarryacertainbeauty,theloveliestwomaninallPetersburg.’AndthenhetoldmethatIcouldseeNastasiaPhilipovnaattheopera-housethatevening,ifIliked,anddescribedwhichwasherbox.Well,I’dliketoseemyfatherallowinganyofustogotothetheatre;he’dsoonerhavekilledus,anyday.However,IwentforanhourorsoandsawNastasiaPhilipovna,andIneversleptawinkallnightafter.Nextmorningmyfatherhappenedtogivemetwogovernmentloanbondstosell,worthnearlyfivethousandroubleseach.‘Sellthem,’saidhe,‘andthentakeseventhousandfivehundredroublestotheoffice,givethemtothecashier,andbringmebacktherestofthetenthousand,withoutlookinginanywhereontheway;looksharp,Ishallbewaitingforyou.’Well,Isoldthebonds,butIdidn’ttaketheseventhousandroublestotheoffice;IwentstraighttotheEnglishshopandchoseapairofearrings,withadiamondthesizeofanutineach.

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